Astha's Corner

When love struck or heartbroken, Dreaming shut or widely awoken. I pour my thoughts. Let it be pain, suffering & demise, Anguish over issues to compromise. I let it out. Through words, sonnets & rhymes, Art that my vision define. I utter my state. Whether it's shiny or rain, Sometimes mind can't bear the strain. I had enough. Of the norms that ask me to stop, Intensifying the moments I flopped. I agree I've failed. To become someone they 'Hoped', But I'm more than the 'Supposed'.

Room still a messy kingdom, Hours into reading words of wisdom. As the age counter hit no. 20, Simple is preferred instead of Funky. Reaching Adulthood haven't been bliss, Questioning pronouns they/her/his. They build this illusion, And hand you conclusion. Deciding what is right, Labelling  your might. Crumbled that's what been felt, As you hand in the letter of emotions wrecked, Reckless was the title of that period, Outcasts resemblance ran the chariot. Choice to ignore gets chosen, Other side of the story turn heartless frozen. Love may thaw, It's taken by law. Years have flown, With every new dawn. Once digits will pause, Weeps over lose. No one will matter nor does, Disgrace, Shame, Dignity, Curse. Channelling your calling is the destiny, Believing in self is the ecstasy. So step out the cage, Make a new maze. Form your own way, Begin living these days.